A/N: Hey! How'd you like that last chapter? Paul's such a creep, isn't he?
lol. Well, I hope you like this chapter even though I'm still trying to
come up with how I'm going to get Jesse and Suze together.... maybe.....
yeah.....*starts typing extra fast on her sticky keyboard*
Jesse:
I nodded. "Oh," I said, "that name does sound familiar."
Paul was about to say something, but I never figured out what because Father Dominic stepped into his office and said, "Jesse. Paul. You're still here. I'm sorry, but I couldn't find anything. Paul, you don't happen to have some clothes that Jesse could borrow?"
Paul sighed and stood up. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Jesse come with me." Then he turned to Father Dominic. "We'll be back in no time."
He led me out of the priests office and into the courtyard, which was now empty. Then we walked into a place with many strange shiny vehicles (a/n: I dont want to make Jesse sound dumb, but he doesn't know what they are!).
Paul led me to one and he sat down on one of the leather seats. All I could do was stare at it until Paul said, "Hey, buddy. You gonna get it or what?" And when I remained there, he said, "It's a car. Say it with me. Car." Then he sort of stretched out the word so it had multiple sylables. I sat down.
Then he put a key into the car, and we were off. I had never ridden that fast in my life. Or at least what used to be my life. But I must remember, I'm not living in 1850 anymore. Which reminded me, "What year is it?" I asked Paul.
"2003." He responded simply. And I guess that my mouth must have fallen open because he began to laugh, then pulled up in front of a house built into a hill that was made almost entirely of glass. I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined anyone, even in the future, living in a glass house.
He got out of his car, said, "Come on," and slammed the door behind him. I got out, and followed him into his enormous glass home.
We stepped through the front door and were greeted by a man dressed in all blue saying, "Hey, Paul," then looking at me and saying, "Where's the costume party?"
"Ignore him," Paul told me, and disappeared into a dark hallway, leaving me alone with that man who was trying very hard not to laugh.
"So," he said, "Where you from?"
"Er," I answered tentatively. "Here."
"Whats with the clothes?" He asked me.
So then I called him some bad names in Spanish (which he probably didn't understand). And I shouldn't have, but he was really getting on my nerves. I'm usually not this irritable, but come on. I mean, 2003!
Paul walked into the room, laughing to himself. He tossed me some clothes and I caught them hastily.
Paul pointed to a room down the hallway he had just emerged from and said, "You can change in there." Then he simply flipped a switch on the wall and the whole room was glowing with bright light.
I smiled, awestruck. "Incredible," I breathed, looking up at the ceiling where the light was coming from a small bulb.
"Yeah, whatever," Paul muttered and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
I looked down at the clothes I had just spread out on the bed. Some kind of blue pants (a/n: blue jeans weren't invented yet so he doesnt know. i looked it up!:-), and a black shirt. I took off my old clothes, and put those on, except I put my boots back on.
And when I walked back out into the hallway Paul looked at my feet for a few seconds and said, "Whatever," then lead me back outside and into his car.
On the drive back to the mission--which is something I recognized from when I was alive--he proceeded to tell me about his girlfriend, Susannah.
"You know," he said, "You were always a real jerk to her when you where a ghost. She would always want me to get rid of you for her. But now you're not half bad." This all sounded pretty strange because I know that I'm nothing if not polite towards women, and I don't think I would forget this. Even if I was a ghost.
And before I knew it we were back at the mission and on our way into the priests office.
"Oh, good, good, good." Father Dominic said as we entered the room. "You found Jesse some clothes. Thank you very much for helping out, Paul." Then he turned to me, "Jesse, I have found some books for you to read that will help you become more familiar with today's technology." He handed me a book entitled, Computers and the Internet, with a picture of the same machine on his desk on the cover.
While he reached inside of his desk to pull out some more books, I saw something glowing just slightly to my left. We all turned and looked simultaneously and saw a young boy with an ethereal glow surrounding him.
"You," he said, pointing to Father Dominic. "You the mediator?"
"Yes," Father Dominic said, smiling gently. "I am. We are all mediators. How can we help you?"
"Austin," Paul said quietly. "Austin, it's me Paul. Don't you remember me?" I couldn't help noticing the tears forming in his eyes.
"Of course I remember you," Austin said bitterly. "And I know that it's all your fault!" His fists were clenched at his sides, and he brought his neck up to his shoulders, and closed his eyes. I didn't know why, but this kid was very, very angry at Paul.
"Now, now," Father Dominic said in a nurturing voice. "Let's be reasonable--"
"No!" Austin exploded. "No! No! No! It's all your fault, Paul! Its yours and Jack's fault that my brother doesn't remember me..." his voice hushed to a whisper, "It's all your fault that he doesn't love me anymore..."
He stared at us, an unusual gleam in his eyes. "But he'll pay. Him and his little mediator friend. They'll be sorry..." And in the blink of an eye he was gone.
"Oh, God," Paul said to himself. "He's gonna hurt him. He's going to hurt Cade and Suze if we don't do something about it."
"Oh my," Father Dominic breathed. "Oh...my..."
"We have to help them," I said suddenly.
Father Dominic nodded. "Right. Jesse, you are coming with me."
Susannah:
I went to school the next morning. Even though I begged my mom not to. She insisted that I should and that it would make me feel better. The truth is, I've been in a slump ever since I heard the news about Jesse. Not that it's not the best thing ever. I mean, Jesse is alive!
But that also means he doesn't remember me and will probably fall madly in love with some college girl. Or even worse, Kelly Prescott could get her hands on him. And if that happened I would just die. Really.
Selfish, I know.
Anyway, I woke up 10 minutes before our bus came, and scrambled to get dressed, putting on the first thing I found. Then I rushed to the bus stop, Dopey at my side.
Once I was on the bus, I looked around. There were some Kelly Prescotts sitting next to the Brad Ackermans. Then I spotted one empty seat and hastily sat down.
I turned my head around to look at Dopey, who had already joined the Jocks and Cheerleaders in the back of the bus. And when I turned my head forward again, Cade was sitting next to me.
"Hey, Suze," he said grinning. "Nervous?"
I swallowed and shook my head, forcing a smile.
Then he leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek and said, "Don't worry. It'll be okay."
I sunk down deeper into my seat, my face in flames.
It turns out that everybody just thought of me as some stuck up rich girl from Carmel, California, because I didn't talk to them. Whatever. Cade still hung out with me, which I really appreciated (just as long as he layed off the kisses, which I didn't hesitate to tell him).
But still, all the teachers were pretty boring. I don't really blame them. I mean, the school does have a student population of about 5,000. And the principal seemed nice and all, but he was no Father Dom.
So, Mom, going to school didn't help things out. On the contrary, it only made them worse. Because now, instead of only feeling like a freak who can talk to the dead, I feel like a freak who can talk to the dead that has no friends. Thanks Mom. Thanks a lot.
And that's pretty much how it went on for the next five days. You know, getting up, dragging myself through seven hours of school, then coming home and doing another seven hours of homework. And having to put up with Cade who has the misguided idea that we are going out when I never agreed to anything.
At least thats how it was until they showed up. I had just survived another torturous day at school when I walked inside, threw my backpack on the floor, and looked up into the living room, only to see Father Dom, Jesse, and Paul sitting on our new leather sofa.
A/N: Whew! That was a long chapter! I hope you liked it, and I think there will only be one more. So please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love you lots, Luna.
Jesse:
I nodded. "Oh," I said, "that name does sound familiar."
Paul was about to say something, but I never figured out what because Father Dominic stepped into his office and said, "Jesse. Paul. You're still here. I'm sorry, but I couldn't find anything. Paul, you don't happen to have some clothes that Jesse could borrow?"
Paul sighed and stood up. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Jesse come with me." Then he turned to Father Dominic. "We'll be back in no time."
He led me out of the priests office and into the courtyard, which was now empty. Then we walked into a place with many strange shiny vehicles (a/n: I dont want to make Jesse sound dumb, but he doesn't know what they are!).
Paul led me to one and he sat down on one of the leather seats. All I could do was stare at it until Paul said, "Hey, buddy. You gonna get it or what?" And when I remained there, he said, "It's a car. Say it with me. Car." Then he sort of stretched out the word so it had multiple sylables. I sat down.
Then he put a key into the car, and we were off. I had never ridden that fast in my life. Or at least what used to be my life. But I must remember, I'm not living in 1850 anymore. Which reminded me, "What year is it?" I asked Paul.
"2003." He responded simply. And I guess that my mouth must have fallen open because he began to laugh, then pulled up in front of a house built into a hill that was made almost entirely of glass. I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined anyone, even in the future, living in a glass house.
He got out of his car, said, "Come on," and slammed the door behind him. I got out, and followed him into his enormous glass home.
We stepped through the front door and were greeted by a man dressed in all blue saying, "Hey, Paul," then looking at me and saying, "Where's the costume party?"
"Ignore him," Paul told me, and disappeared into a dark hallway, leaving me alone with that man who was trying very hard not to laugh.
"So," he said, "Where you from?"
"Er," I answered tentatively. "Here."
"Whats with the clothes?" He asked me.
So then I called him some bad names in Spanish (which he probably didn't understand). And I shouldn't have, but he was really getting on my nerves. I'm usually not this irritable, but come on. I mean, 2003!
Paul walked into the room, laughing to himself. He tossed me some clothes and I caught them hastily.
Paul pointed to a room down the hallway he had just emerged from and said, "You can change in there." Then he simply flipped a switch on the wall and the whole room was glowing with bright light.
I smiled, awestruck. "Incredible," I breathed, looking up at the ceiling where the light was coming from a small bulb.
"Yeah, whatever," Paul muttered and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
I looked down at the clothes I had just spread out on the bed. Some kind of blue pants (a/n: blue jeans weren't invented yet so he doesnt know. i looked it up!:-), and a black shirt. I took off my old clothes, and put those on, except I put my boots back on.
And when I walked back out into the hallway Paul looked at my feet for a few seconds and said, "Whatever," then lead me back outside and into his car.
On the drive back to the mission--which is something I recognized from when I was alive--he proceeded to tell me about his girlfriend, Susannah.
"You know," he said, "You were always a real jerk to her when you where a ghost. She would always want me to get rid of you for her. But now you're not half bad." This all sounded pretty strange because I know that I'm nothing if not polite towards women, and I don't think I would forget this. Even if I was a ghost.
And before I knew it we were back at the mission and on our way into the priests office.
"Oh, good, good, good." Father Dominic said as we entered the room. "You found Jesse some clothes. Thank you very much for helping out, Paul." Then he turned to me, "Jesse, I have found some books for you to read that will help you become more familiar with today's technology." He handed me a book entitled, Computers and the Internet, with a picture of the same machine on his desk on the cover.
While he reached inside of his desk to pull out some more books, I saw something glowing just slightly to my left. We all turned and looked simultaneously and saw a young boy with an ethereal glow surrounding him.
"You," he said, pointing to Father Dominic. "You the mediator?"
"Yes," Father Dominic said, smiling gently. "I am. We are all mediators. How can we help you?"
"Austin," Paul said quietly. "Austin, it's me Paul. Don't you remember me?" I couldn't help noticing the tears forming in his eyes.
"Of course I remember you," Austin said bitterly. "And I know that it's all your fault!" His fists were clenched at his sides, and he brought his neck up to his shoulders, and closed his eyes. I didn't know why, but this kid was very, very angry at Paul.
"Now, now," Father Dominic said in a nurturing voice. "Let's be reasonable--"
"No!" Austin exploded. "No! No! No! It's all your fault, Paul! Its yours and Jack's fault that my brother doesn't remember me..." his voice hushed to a whisper, "It's all your fault that he doesn't love me anymore..."
He stared at us, an unusual gleam in his eyes. "But he'll pay. Him and his little mediator friend. They'll be sorry..." And in the blink of an eye he was gone.
"Oh, God," Paul said to himself. "He's gonna hurt him. He's going to hurt Cade and Suze if we don't do something about it."
"Oh my," Father Dominic breathed. "Oh...my..."
"We have to help them," I said suddenly.
Father Dominic nodded. "Right. Jesse, you are coming with me."
Susannah:
I went to school the next morning. Even though I begged my mom not to. She insisted that I should and that it would make me feel better. The truth is, I've been in a slump ever since I heard the news about Jesse. Not that it's not the best thing ever. I mean, Jesse is alive!
But that also means he doesn't remember me and will probably fall madly in love with some college girl. Or even worse, Kelly Prescott could get her hands on him. And if that happened I would just die. Really.
Selfish, I know.
Anyway, I woke up 10 minutes before our bus came, and scrambled to get dressed, putting on the first thing I found. Then I rushed to the bus stop, Dopey at my side.
Once I was on the bus, I looked around. There were some Kelly Prescotts sitting next to the Brad Ackermans. Then I spotted one empty seat and hastily sat down.
I turned my head around to look at Dopey, who had already joined the Jocks and Cheerleaders in the back of the bus. And when I turned my head forward again, Cade was sitting next to me.
"Hey, Suze," he said grinning. "Nervous?"
I swallowed and shook my head, forcing a smile.
Then he leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek and said, "Don't worry. It'll be okay."
I sunk down deeper into my seat, my face in flames.
It turns out that everybody just thought of me as some stuck up rich girl from Carmel, California, because I didn't talk to them. Whatever. Cade still hung out with me, which I really appreciated (just as long as he layed off the kisses, which I didn't hesitate to tell him).
But still, all the teachers were pretty boring. I don't really blame them. I mean, the school does have a student population of about 5,000. And the principal seemed nice and all, but he was no Father Dom.
So, Mom, going to school didn't help things out. On the contrary, it only made them worse. Because now, instead of only feeling like a freak who can talk to the dead, I feel like a freak who can talk to the dead that has no friends. Thanks Mom. Thanks a lot.
And that's pretty much how it went on for the next five days. You know, getting up, dragging myself through seven hours of school, then coming home and doing another seven hours of homework. And having to put up with Cade who has the misguided idea that we are going out when I never agreed to anything.
At least thats how it was until they showed up. I had just survived another torturous day at school when I walked inside, threw my backpack on the floor, and looked up into the living room, only to see Father Dom, Jesse, and Paul sitting on our new leather sofa.
A/N: Whew! That was a long chapter! I hope you liked it, and I think there will only be one more. So please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love you lots, Luna.